Fiction To Reality

Chapter One

Standing in this grand hotel room looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I could only help but think how in the hell this happened to me. I am just a girl from South Carolina, who would have thought I would be asked to co-write/produce the new reboot of Gilmore Girls.

It wasn't even three months ago, I was approached by Amy Sherman to help her reboot Gilmore Girls as a full season and not four short movies like the Netflix reboot. I was floored! I was just a fanfic writer on this website called Wattpad. Apparently she had been following my work for the past year and wanted fresh eyes on the reboot. Also, she was getting older and while she loved Gilmore Girls she didn't want it to be her whole life.

Amy being the oh so darling person she was, decided to throw a Life and Death Brigade inspired ball. It was masquerade party, there would be a red carpet. It was meant to keep my identity a secret and also for the cast to question who the other was. The only thing they would know was that I was the new writer. Amy made it very clear that no one was allowed to come straight out and tell the other who they were.

"Keep it light and fun," that was Amy's explanation .

I sighed, I loved writing this was my dream job. However, getting dolled up and walking the red carpet was not me in any way shape or form. Amy had offered to hire hair and makeup people, but to be honest it didn't feel comfortable to me. The one thing I did take her up on however was a nice dress.

( Imagine Halseys dress from the Victoria Secret Fashion show. Except a white dress tube top and the skirt black. with a silver bejeweled mask.)

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and decided if I ever wanted to get there I would have to finally get ready. I ended up curling my long hair and pinning it to the side. Since my best friend, Britt, was a MUA (Makeup Artist), I had learned all the tricks of the trade. I took out my James Charles x Morphe palette and got to work beating this face to look presentable. Not that it mattered, my masquerade mask covered half my face I wanted to look amazing.

I was so worried I didn't know these people. What would they think when they found out the truth...That I, Brenna Leeanna was a fan-fiction writer and not some big wig, highly paid writer.

My nerves were getting the best of me and to be honest I had to do something to calm them down. I poured my self a shot of tequila to take off the edge. Calmly, I decided it was time to put on my dress and make my way down to my car.

I walked into the elevator and descended to the ground floor...You should of saw the looks I got when we got out of the elevator.

"OMG who is she?"

"She's beautiful!"

"Is she a movie star?"

I smiled as my chauffer helped me into the car.

"Hi Miss, my names Mark I'll be your chauffer for the week," he said as he was getting into the front seat," and don't worry I know your the new writer for the Gilmore Girls reboot."

I just stared at the back of his head.

"Don't worry your secrets safe with me Miss Leeanna."

I smiled, "Thanks. Do you drive around people often?"

"Yes Mam, It is kind of my thing," he laughed. "You look rather nervous Miss Leanna I heard that strawberry daiquiris are your favorite, I stopped by a bar on the way here and got you one its in the mini fridge."

"Thank you Mark. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship and please call me Brenna," I said as I got my drink and felt the alcohol buzz through my veins.

"Well Brenna we are almost to the Ritz Carlton. I have drove lots of celebrities and if you don't mind may I give you some advice?"

"Oh god yes?"

"Don't let them get to you, the paparazzi that is. They are gonna be in your face. I know your nervous you will always work with good and bad people let the good ones become part of your life while weeding out the bad ones. That doesn't mean destroying their career but keeping them at arms length but most of all have fun!"

I smiled, "Thank you"

"Well Brenna we are here, stay there and I'll let you out."

Mark walked around the car and opened the door.

"It's show time Brenna," he said as he extended his hand.

I took his hand and stepped out. The lights were like I was in a dream, you could here the click of all the cameras. I looked up and saw that everyone on the red carpet was looking at me.

With that I heard someone say, "My god who is that, she's beautiful?